"It 's lighter inside than it is out." "It 's pleasanter here," said Gertrude, and she led the way into the parlor,--a high, clean, rather empty-looking room.

Here they stood looking at each other,--the young man smiling more than ever; Gertrude, very serious, trying to smile.
"I don't believe you know my name," he said.

"I am called Felix Young.
Your father is my uncle.

My mother was his half sister, and older than he." "Yes," said Gertrude, "and she turned Roman Catholic and married in Europe." "I see you know," said the young man.

"She married and she died.